Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I own nothing and seek no profit from this story. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Willow teases Spike during a Scooby meeting and "pays the price" later for her actions.
Warnings: PWP. Utter PWP. As such, strong sexual content. Distribution: Emerald Illusions, all the normal archives, and anywhere else I post it. All others please ask first.
Feedback: Yes, please. It makes me happy.
Author's Note: This is a semi-sequel to an older fic of mine, Spike Sitting. You can read that here: http://magical-worlds.us/emmy/viewstory.php?sid=90 if you wish to, but *this* story can stand by itself. Just know that Spike and Willow are in an established relationship.
Thanks to Gabrielle and Elisabeth for the beta. :)
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Spike watched her from his spot in Giles' living room as he sat silently in the chair he had been assigned to. He rolled his eyes momentarily as that thought rolled around his head. 'Assigned to,' he thought. 'Bloody do-gooders, with their stupid meetings! Don't they know I've got better things to do than sit here listening to them moan about whatever demon is currently terrorizing them? And gods below, that woman is trying to drive me nutters!'
His eyes widened, and he had to bite back the moan that threatened to slip out, as he watched Willow's pink tongue dart out to taste the lollipop once more. It was cherry, he decided, or possibly even strawberry. It was impossible to tell from his distance, not that it really mattered. What mattered was that she seemed to be hell-bent on teasing him today. He caught her eyes and sent her a warning glance, but she merely grinned and popped the entire sucker into her mouth. He was watching her so intently that he didn't hear the Watcher ask him a question until Buffy reached over from where she sat and slapped him upside the head. "Oi! Watch it, you bleedin' bint!"
"Language, Spike," Giles scolded.
Willow's tongue swept around the red tip of the candy, causing Spike to shudder. Trying to remember what Giles was going on about, he struggled for a fitting comeback. "Sod off!"
"Quite. Now, do you have an opinion or not?" Giles asked.
She had the entire lolly in her mouth now, her fingers stroking the white stick lightly up and down. Spike blinked and attempted to concentrate on something besides her clearly sexual act. Did no one else see her? Did no one else realize exactly how sexy his Red was being? "'Bout what?" he asked Giles, struggling to remember what they had been discussing.
"Hagtesh demons."
Spike tore his eyes away from Willow and nodded at the Watcher. "Rare 'round these parts, and they tend to travel in herds. Purple blood. Mean buggers. What of them?"
"Sunnydale seems to be infested with them."
He snorted. "They're migrating, then. Leave 'em alone. They'll go away in a few weeks. Likely to cause more trouble if you go stirring some up yourselves."
"Really?" asked Giles. "Just leave them alone and they'll go away?"
Spike nodded, looking at the Watcher finally. "They don't like to cause too much of a stir when they go through towns, usually. 'Course, the Hellmouth might work against them on that front. It tends to do that. Makes us demons kinda antsy, really. Itchy."
"Fascinating," Giles said. "Buffy? Your opinion?"
Buffy jumped up, started pacing around the living room, and shook her head. "No. I can't just let them roam free like they are. I mean, there were twenty of them on campus last night. They're in my town and they're demons. I say slay."
"I'm with Buffy," Xander said. "Only good demon's a dead demon."
Anya glared at him and roared, "Xander! You species-ist!"
Xander watched as his girlfriend stood and walked hastily towards the door. Hopping off the couch to follow her, he said, "Anya, wait."
Spike watched as Giles shifted his attention to attempting to both calm his Slayer down and ignore the rather loud fight unfolding at his front door. The vampire took the opportunity to look back over at his lover, not surprised to find her staring right at him, her green eyes filled with need. The lollipop lay forgotten on the table in front of her, resting on its discarded wrapper. Willow held Spike's gaze and licked her lips, her eyes darting to the door.
Understanding her need, Spike stood suddenly, exclaiming, "Right, well, if we're going to slay the migrating demons, might as well find out where they're at, right? And, as fun as watching this little soap opera unfold is, I'd rather be out there than in here."
Giles met the vampire's eyes and nodded. "Quite possibly the best idea I've heard so far, Spike. Shall we split up?"
Taking charge, Buffy said. "Yes. Xander you're with me. Anya ... go with um ..."
"I don't need a partner," Spike said suddenly, interrupting the Slayer's assignments.
He stormed out of the door, making a show of grabbing his coat and a short sword as he left. Willow watched him go, a small smile on her face. "I'll follow him and make sure he doesn't get into any trouble or anything."
"You're sure, Willow?"
She nodded at Giles. "Yeah. I'll be fine."
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Just as she knew she would, Willow found Spike waiting for her outside by the parking lot. He swept her up in his arms as soon as she rounded the corner and pushed her up against the building as his mouth took hers in a hard kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms going around him as their tongues danced. Willow broke away breathless, and threaded her fingers through his hair. "I need you. Now."
"Really?" Spike asked sarcastically. "I couldn't tell. I bet you always perform oral sex on innocent little candies during Scooby meetings."
Willow laughed. "I was being a little mean, huh? Teasing you like that ..."
Spike set her feet back down on the ground, and reached out for her hand. Guiding it to cup his growing erection, he said, "You think?"
Feeling him harden beneath her fingers, Willow's eyes went wide. "Let's get out of here."
"Where to?"
"I don't care."
Nodding, Spike took her hand and the two of them rushed off into the darkness. They ran until Willow was gasping for breath and tugging on Spike's sleeve. "Stop, stop. I've got to stop."
"My poor Red," he teased as she bent over, clutching her side. "Want me to kiss it better?"
Willow looked up at him, the heat still blazing through her eyes. "Yes. Over and over again, yes."
Her boldness never failed to surprise him, and Spike laughed as he gathered her up in his arms, spinning her around. Willow's laughter filled the air, and she tilted her face toward his, licking her lips. He grinned, closing the distance between them, and kissed her. Gently at first, their lips sliding against each other tenderly, then steadily growing with passion. Willow moaned into the kiss as Spike's tongue teased hers, and her arms tightened around him. Not even bothering to break the kiss, Spike began to walk with Willow in his arms, toward her childhood home. He knew her parents weren't there and that they would have the place to themselves.
When Willow realized they were moving, she broke the kiss and looked at him with wide eyes. "Where are we going?"
"Your house."
She smiled. "Ah. And why are we going there?"
"Want you, witch. Need you. Thought we already covered that."
Her smile widened. "Oh, we did. I was just clarifying things. Spike?"
"Yeah, love?"
"Could you walk a little faster?"
"'Course, love."
She placed a quick kiss on his lips as he quickened his pace, and then slowly kissed her way down his jaw to his neck. She took her time, her tongue darting out to taste his skin, her teeth nipping at him here and there, and by the time Spike carried her onto the porch of her house, he was absolutely positive she truly was out to kill him.
"Key?" he asked, just as he felt her shift so she could get into one of her pockets.
He set her down gently, and moved behind her as she unlocked the door. Pressing himself against her, he thrust his hips into her back, causing her to moan softly as she felt the evidence of his arousal. Turning around, Willow pulled Spike to her for another kiss, backing up and opening the door as quickly as possible without breaking the kiss. "Come in, Spike," she murmured against his lips.
He lifted her then, and carried her across the threshold. "Your room?"
"Upstairs. First door on the left."
He said nothing else until he'd gotten her upstairs, placed her on her bed, and was standing above her. "Know how hard it was, sitting across the bloody room, watching you go at that damn candy?"
Willow rose to her knees on the bed and licked her lips as he moved to stand in front of her. "Hard? It was <i>hard</i>?"
Spike smirked. "Witch, I think I've been a bad influence on you."
She grinned. "Maybe."
Spike closed his eyes when he felt her hands undo his belt, licked his lips as she unfastened his jeans, and reminded himself as she pushed his jeans past his hips that, no matter how good it might feel when she finally touched him, he could not come just yet. Nor could he just throw her down on the bed and fuck her until they were both spent. That could come later, of course, but she deserved more than *just* that. He was over one hundred years old; he could have more control than a sixteen year old boy. No matter how bloody fantastic her hands always felt on him.
It was not, however, her hands he felt first. His eyes popped open and he couldn't stop himself from groaning as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock. "Fuck, Willow."
Her only response was to place her hands on his hips, to pull him closer, and to slowly lick her way to the base of him. She was beautiful like this, he thought as he looked down at her. Her lips around his cock, her eyes closed in pleasure, her hair spilling over his hands where he held her to him. She circled her tongue around him, and moved one hand to cup his balls. "Yeah, love," he encouraged. "That's it."
The smell of her arousal filled the air, and Spike knew she was aching for him. Tugging on her hair gently, he pulled her up to him. "Want you, Red. All of you."
"Then have me," she said, her eyes never leaving his.
He quickly kicked off his boots and stepped out of his jeans, as Willow pulled his shirt over his head in eager anticipation. She trailed her fingers over his skin, tracing his firm muscles, and once again began to kiss his neck. Spike grinned. "You'd think it was you who had the neck fetish, love."
"Who says I don't?" she asked cheekily as she sucked hard on the spot where his pulse would have been.
He chuckled and pulled away slightly. "You're wearing too much."
Without a word, she pulled the sweater she wore off, and Spike grinned again, setting to work on her skirt and tights, tossing them aside as her skin came into view. He kissed his way up her body, relishing her warmth. Sliding his hands underneath the fabric of her bra, he ripped it easily from her body, making her squeal in delight. His hand dipped in between their bodies, testing her readiness, and he moaned when his finger slid easily inside of her. "Hot for me, Red?"
"Always. I couldn't stop thinking about you today, Spike."
"Yeah?" he asked as he pushed her back to lay on the bed.
"Yeah. You distracted me all day. It's been so long since I felt you inside of me. So long since you made me scream your name."
He licked his lips, moving above her, his hand slipping between them once more. "Thought about me fucking you all day?"
"Uh huh," Willow said breathlessly as he teased her clit.
"And that's why you tortured me with that lolly? You wanted to get me riled up? Wanted to end up right here?"
"Uh huh."
Spike smirked, flicking a fingertip across her sensitive nub again. 'Two can play that game, love,' he thought.
She gasped his name as he thrust two fingers into her suddenly. Her body bucked up, encouraging him, and Spike dipped his head down, kissing her deeply as he continued to pleasure her. His thumb flicked her clit, causing her to tremble, and she tore her mouth away from his. "Take me, Spike. Please. Take me."
Shifting just slightly, he withdrew his fingers from her and rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy. "Take you?"
"Spike..."
He entered her slowly, the head of his cock dipping into her. She moaned, and thrust her hips against him, seeking more. He chuckled, drawing back and kissing her again. "Could tease you all night like this. Deny you what you want. Make you beg for hours before I let you come."
She groaned in frustration, arching up in effort to find him again. "Spike, please. Please, make love to me."
"I could bring you so much pleasure," he whispered in her ear as he thrust into her just as shallow as before. "Take you to the edge and back again so many times before I finally let you go over."
She whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders, and he knew he would not be able to resist her much longer. She was burning him up.
"Spike," her voice was laced with desperation now, with need.
He kissed her again, long and slow, before pushing into her fully. They both moaned, and Willow wrapped her arms tightly around him. "Gonna fuck you so hard..."
She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, and cried out as he began to pound into her, each thrust a little bit harder than the one before it. She scratched her fingernails down his back, and Spike could smell his blood on the air. She met each of his thrusts with one of her own and, not for the first time, he noticed that she offered him her neck, completely lost in passion.
Tempted. He was so tempted. His fear that the chip would fire was the only reason he did not accept her silent offer, instead reaching between them to pleasure her even more. She cried out again, his name spilling from her lips, and she dug her fingernails into his back as she came hard and fast. Spike increased his pace, thrusting faster, even harder, and followed her over the edge with a growl, his demon coming to the surface to revel in their pleasure.
They lay panting, clinging to each other, and Spike had to wonder how much longer the two of them could keep hiding their relationship. For sooner or later, someone would find out. They would only be able to sneak off after patrol -- or blow off patrol completely -- so many times before someone noticed. For now, though, he was content to keep things as they were. To keep Red in his arms, in his bed. That was enough. He'd deal with winning over the others later.
"Love you," she murmured, her voice tired.
He kissed her temple tenderly. "Love you, too, Red."
She fell asleep in his arms, and he lifted her easily from the bed long enough to pull back the covers. He found a quilt in the closet that would pad the curtains covering the French doors in the room, preventing any stray light from filtering in to cause problems in the morning. He tacked it up quickly, walked silently through the house checking the locks, and finally joined Willow in bed again.
She snuggled up against him as he wrapped his arms around her, and he tightened his hold on her. And, as he fell asleep easily, it never once occurred to him exactly how far gone he was for his girl.
The End.